Inability to hear word…has consequences

It was obvious I did not pray well that morning, I shook my head as I looked at the Accident and Emergency rooster. It was just 2pm and close to 8 patients were already referred to our team.

It was clear we had our work cut out, as the clock ticked, more patients were coming in. After seeing the patients assigned to me in the waiting-in room, I moved to one of the emergency wards to see another one, when someone called my name.

The way my name sounded, suggested the person would have known me for so long and was probably from my tribe. I turned to see who was greeting me and exchanged pleasantries with her.

I brought a patient she said and we have been here since yesterday. Tiredly I moved towards the patient, and as I moved close a peculiar smell hit my nostrils.

It was obvious the patient had a foot ulcer, but when I came closer I noticed it was actually both feet that were involved. One of the foot looked worse than the other and the patient really looked toxic.

I reached the team that was managing the patient and informed one of the doctors I knew the patient. A look at the treatment chart showed the patient had been given antibiotics, insulin, fluid and several other drugs.

It was also obvious the patient needed several blood transfusions and a review by the orthopaedic surgeons. Their recommendation was also very apparent. One of the feet was looking dangerous and the danger had to be removed.

The patient was later taken to the ward and the team managing the patient continued their good work. Out of demand I gave my number to the patient’s relative something I hardly do.

She called me on one of the nights to ask me of something and even before I called the managing team, one of them was already handling the situation.

The patient was then handed over to another team who were specialists in the particular disease the patient had and I told them to please abide with whatever instruction given to them and to cooperate with the team.

The caregiver smiled and nodded. I was happy I was playing my part not knowing I was still a learner and I was being played. And so days later I came back to the patient’s bed and it was empty and not only empty the mattress looked folded.

I felt heartbroken, in my department folded mattresses or empty beds with no mattresses are not good signs at all. So when I got home I called a doctor in that team to ask about the patient, expecting to hear the worse.

No I didn’t hear the worse, but the ridiculous. I heard the patient signed against medical advise. Ah ah, why na, thought they were cooperating. For where she told me.

It was then I discovered that the patient was initially verbally referred from a native doctor’s place. The patient had ‘marched poison’ and he had referred them to the hospital because according to him the patient had shortness of blood and would require blood transfusion and after the transfusion, he requested that they should come back for further treatment.

Curiously when they were in the hospital, they were more interested in the blood transfusion and when the team raised the patient’s blood level satisfactorily they signed against medical advice to go back to the native doctor.

Trust me I don’t know what to say.

In another news

People looking for ways to blame the devil, even when na only ludo in play for their head.

Na so person decide to commit in own suicide.

What do I even know? Not even one leg, 2 legs involved, this inability to hear word pass me.